Public Woe to the Vanquished (Slave Raid of Hapes)

[Ben Khal]

POV: Nimaa'ri Daaray, Queen Mother of Hapes

It soon became apparent that Alexandra Feanor was on their side. The remaining Chume'doro who had split off in order to deal with Jogon left the Dashade in her capable hands, rushing to rejoin the Queen Mother. But for a critical window of time, Nimaa'ri was left with Lieutenant Rod'rik leading her escape. Perhaps the man would prove himself useful--

Blaster shots rang out. Nimaa'ri could only watch in horror as her guards were unceremoniously gunned down, leaving her to face yet another threat on her own. A Mando.

Some Mandalorians had fought for her sister, the late Queen Kha'la, during the crisis. But she did not think this one was like them. No, he seemed entirely self-interested.

"Hand over the crown and I might just let you live."

Nimaa'ri stared at the helmeted bounty hunter, her brow furrowing and lips parting in disbelief. Was that what this was all about? Invading the planet, attacking her guards, killing civilians - all over a bauble?

She reached up with a trembling hand, moving slowly so as not to excite the Mandalorian's trigger finger. Strands of red hair escaped the elaborate updo her maids had spent hours creating as she pried the tiara free. The rainbow gems glittered even in the dim light of the tunnel, priceless jewels shaped and faceted like diamonds.

Before she could toss it away, the ground began to shake. Dust poured from cracks spiderwebbing across the duracrete overhead. More of her guards were behind her, shouting, when the ceiling collapsed on top of them.

Koda Fett Mercy Aurellia Kyric Hasuras Na-Gerra​

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

T H R O N E
R O O M
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Space twisted and contorted before her, and within seconds, another large figure stepped through. Raw hatred permeated the room in seconds. It bathed the battlefield in wrath, which the cultists drank in without hesitation.

Again Soltide fell upon the enemy. Kyric pushed forward against the tide of enemies, but they pushed back. He wouldn't get through in time to stop either of the raiders. Not alone, anyway.

The behemoth Na-Gerra strode through the portal he'd torn in realspace, emerging from the hell of the Netherworld and into the antechamber preceding throne room. A fiery gaze swept across the room, taking in the events occurring within in short order.

More cultists stepped through the portal, having followed him in.

Gerra narrowed on the sight of a figure carving through his warriors with a sword that carried a strange resonance in the Force. He did not like this blade's disquiet. But neither would he stop to slaughter these few resistors. Gerra had higher aims.

He blew a path to the throne room, blasting open doorways with a hurled gout of kinetite energy that blew apart marble and stone. Through the wreckage he strode and into the throne room proper. There it stood, on raised dais.

Utterly empty.

Rage flashed through Gerra and he swung his warblade in a fit of fury, cleaving through the throne so that it splintered in twain before him.

Then, in a voice like thunder, he bellowed, "BRING ME THE QUEEN. FIND THE DUCHAS."

LOCATION: Throne Room
PRESENT: Kyric | Corr | Hala Adris

IN NEARBY TUNNELS: Ben Khal | Koda Fett | Aurellia | Mercy | Alexandra Feanor

 

[Lucy Laccarr]

Location: Hapes, Above The Capital City
Tag: Open
Enemies: Sith Raiders

Lucy had already been heading to Hapes on a smuggling run. But when she came out of Hyperspace, to see that the planet was under attack by Sith, she gave an annoyed sigh. Here she thought that this run would be easy enough. But now things got alot more complicated. Already there was another capital ship engaging the Sith one, allowing Lucy to fly her Personal Ship: "Nova Aradani.", down to the planet's surface.

The ground combat seemed chaotic for lack of a better term. This wasn't an organized invasion but appeared more like a smash and grab. A raid. It was hard to see what was happening, but as Lucy approached closer, she could see the Sith were taking prisoners. Slaves. Raged boiled witthin Lucy upon seeing that. She hated slavers with every ounce of her being. Lucy spun her ship around, firing heavy laser cannons upon the Sith raiders, hoping to give some of the Hapans time to escape.

But looking to the Palace, seeing that it was under threat, moved her ship towards it. She kept trying to scan the grounds to the Palace, trying to see if there was anyone she can quickly save. Her ship may not have alot of space, but people could pile into the cargo hold. Spice can be replaced, but people's lives can't.​

 

[Morrow]

The sprint from House Revali's private villa to the palace was strenuous. Despite Mauve du Vain 's orders to preserve their Hapan asset, the asset in question had insisted he stay away from the palace for appearances' sake. Aurellia changed her tune quickly when everything hit the fan, pleading with Morrow over holocomm to come to her aid. Annoyed, as if he'd seen it coming, Morrow begrudgingly made the run through Ta'a Chume'Dan's streets, bursting through the palace doors, and plunging into the interior. He stopped to catch his breath momentarily, leaning against a pillaster.

, "BRING ME THE QUEEN. FIND THE DUCHAS."​

"Karking incredible," he spat through wheezes. With little time to spare, he sucked in several large breaths and took off again.

His path collided with that of armored interlopers just outside the Duchas' private office. A sword was immediately swung for Morrow's neck, ultimately missing just over stygian locks as he ducked at the command of a mental tingle. He fired a shot into his assailant's abdomen, then weaved around another and avoided another slash. Another shot set that one into the wall and sliding down with a gurgle. Morrow loosed his vibroblade from underneath his cloak, plunged it into the throat of the next nearest interloper, and seized him as a shield as the armored cultist convulsed and bled out.

Flames conjured from the Force smashed into the half-dead body of Morrow's hostage as he hurriedly retreated backwards and barged through the doors to where the Duchas was hiding. A thunk echoed through the chamber as the cultists hit the ground, discarded. Quickly, Morrow slammed the doors and shoved a nearby cabinet in front of them, wedging a corner beneath the handles.

It wouldn't hold for long.

Morrow turned, face veiled in crimson. A morose glare met the Duchas, heavy breathing forcing his shoulders to undulate beneath the cloak.

"Tell me there's some kind of emergency exit in this joint."

He walked past Aurellia and around her desk, peering down from the ornate window. Death sentence, but it beats burning to death.

"Otherwise, we're jumping."

This better warrant a fat bonus.

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(powergaming Aurellia's actions and location as per direct instruction)
Hasuras Na-Gerra | Kyric | Corr | Hala Adris | Koda Fett | Mercy | Ben Khal | @idk who else
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[Koda Fett]

OBJECTIVE: Steal the Hapan Crown
OTHERS: Ben Khal - Mercy

It was, indeed, all over a bauble.

Fett stood with his carbine raised, the barrel staring the Hapan down as she began to lift that precious crown in surrender -- unaware it was a mere replica to be worn for one purpose or another, but it may be that Jerec would not know either. In the end, it was still a crown to be awkwardly balanced atop his Ithorian head.

But, then the palace began to shake. The marble above, to the sides and below rumbled and ground up duracrete fell from the spiderweb cracks that began to take shape. The Mandalorian acted quickly, extended an arm and launching a whipcord cable to ensnare the Queen Mother, or as he saw her, the crown's carrier, and sought to yank her towards him and out from underneath the descending rubble.

If that came to pass, he would reach to take the crown from her himself.

 

[Skorvek]

Objective: Force the Revolution if need be
Tag: Ben Khal | Aurellia | Jogon | Koda Fett | Alexandra Feanor | Kyric | Hasuras Na-Gerra

Somehow, even though she'd been the first one in, everyone else was beating her to the Queen. This was something that was deeply distressing to Mercy. She did not like to see people getting to do violence before her. The idea had been to pin the Queen down so she could attack her from the back when she least expected it.

The sounds of blaster fire told her that was too late already. Not to mention the karking portal that opened up in front of her. She was reasonably sure it was not a Jedi doing it, but she had almost no points in the external ways of the Force.

She would not take that chance.

Instead of running past or waiting, Mercy grabbed hold of the source of power deep inside of her. The one that let her punch a Leviathan in the face and come out the other side smiling. The one that had let her bleed and carve her way through the tournament. The one that had broken a siege and rescued a hapless Vigo.

Then she channeled it all through her fist... and slammed it into the ground.

Duracrete rocked, tremored, it broke apart as she caused a fracture that ran through the whole depth of the floor. Then her heel came down and shattered what remained. Stone began to fall, but a blue hue fused itself to Mercy's skin as she leaped into the hole she had just made. Then another crash. Splintering stone and buckling steel. The shriek of tearing rebar. And then, finally-

Above the Queen Mother the ceiling suddenly broke apart. Large chunks of duracrete coming down and falling on guardsmen and perhaps even the Queen herself.

And between the rubble she was grinning, bloody and wild, howling with joy at the mayhem she'd caused.

As He made his way to where Alex told him to go he could already hear the carnage and feel the presence of many enemies where Alex is now, it was apparent that the throne room itself will have to wait as he made his way quickly to the tunnels using phasing of his own to bypass the power at the throne room, he could maybe deal with the Throne room but it sounded like Alex was in trouble already before he leaped down not far behind the Sith who quite literally brought the roof down Mercy . She seemed like a wild one already so she will be the first to deal with while he trusts Alex and the others to handle the rubble and the other problems before he spoke out to the sith that was enjoying herself. His spear in hand he even unleashed his presence to give the sith more incentive to face him.


If you enjoy carnage so much wild one than face me!, Less you lack the spine and spirit!"


He wasn't going to wait and see if she would accept his challenge as he lifted several pieces of rubble and launched them at her in rapid succession before charging forth to do a leaping stab at her, he activated Force Protect to add extra protection just incase the armor doesn't cut it from whatever this sith had in store for her as he will atleast keep this one busy and one less problem for Alex's team to deal with ..hopefully.


Alexandra Feanor Koda Fett Ben Khal

 

[Daeg Shrovl]

Ta'a Chume'Dan Park

A pair of Vahla cultists came upon the community center and could see the glow of Daeg's lightsaber. When they entered, they stopped at the sight of the Hapans were at their knees around the lupine Sith. He retracted his blade and let out a brash snort.

"Congratulations. You all will survive this day." He looked to the cultists. "Get them to the ships and ready for transport."

Daeg marched out of the community center, looking out toward the city center where the slaves were being gathered for transport. Pillars of smoke towered in the sky. Death and destruction was rampant across the capital. He returned his lightsaber hilt to his belt and dropped to all fours. He sniffed the air a few more times, trying to narrow down the scent of more slaves. Once his nose caught something, he took off in a sprint, instantly ripping through the park faster than any normal human.

The next target was closer and closer.

@Open to anyone​

 

[Corr]

Corr charged forwards with a downwards swing of that oversized club, seeking to crush the cultist beneath his overly amplified strength. It was a wild thing. His connection to the Force was raw and unrefined, unable to truly temper his output. It was, at all times, everything at once. As the cultist ducked aside, the smashed into the marble beneath - it fractured, split and began to spiderweb as chunks scattered from the point of impact. Corr tried to lift it but it appeared embedded. His tongue clicked with a hiss and a growl.

The cultist answered with an advance, placing Corr on the backfoot as the vibrosword swung at him with lethal precision. He twisted, turned and contorted his body as to avoid the incoming slashes. Narrowly avoiding them, but for now narrowly was enough.

He pressed forwards as the cultist stabbed, catching the sword arm between his left bicep and body. Corr swept the leg at the same time as he rocketed a punch, connecting with a grizzly force that cracked the man's helmet and left him slumped low, hanging until Corr released him.

The learner, as the Lightsworn had categorised him, breathed out a huff with a smirk.

But, it was short-lived. The air twisted, contorted and changed as a portal began to take shape. The thing that stepped through was a monster, tall and topped with a mane of red hair. It was unlike any beast Corr had ever seen before, and it even spoke in demand of the duchess. A term he had heard loosely, here and there with no real concrete grasp on what a duchess truly was.

He propelled into action.

Corr raced towards his embedded club, tore it free as he spun to gather momentum, and hurled it at Hasuras.

Kyric - Hala Adris - Hasuras Na-Gerra

 

[Zoro Igala]

Wild Space Rebellion Fleet, The Dawn of Hope
Tag: Tyrant 1 Tyrant 4​

They were trying to outrun us. Stall until they could pick up their cargo and bail as soon as they could.

Zoro could only smirk at the attempt. The Sith, running away with their tail between their legs like a mouse on a wheel. The Cathar looked to his subordinate, a Daveronian Comms Officer, and made his message clear.

"Send a message to Red Seven, Encrypted Comms. The trap has sprung, close the jaws."

"Aye sir. Sending now!"

Aboard Red Seven, Astrocat Blockade Runner​

"Sir, message received from the Lifelight. The Trap is Sprung, Close the Jaws."

The Captain, another Cathar, nodded in approval. "Send orders to the other two over short range. Micro-Jump over the city, we'll catch them when they come around."

"Aye! Gren, prep the hyperdrive. We'll be jumping in 20 seconds."

Just as planned. A trio of frigates entered hyperspace for just a moment, just enough to put them directly over where the Sith ships would have to link up with their transports.

The jaws were closing. Behind them, a trio of star destroyers ready to blow them out of the sky. In front of them, a trio of frigates with the range and firepower to prevent their escape.

Now it was just a waiting game.

"Sir! Incoming fighters and bombers! Looks like mercenaries!"

Zoro snarled at the thought. It could never be easy, could it, eh?

"Shift the Tenacities, set up a wall of flak. Get Claymore to meet the bombers, and scramble the LionXs. Set up a CAP ring around the three lead ships." With a single shift of his chair, he grabbed the microphone. "Vice Admiral Zoro to all stations, I want all small craft defense systems online. Point Defense, Flak Batteries, Superfang turrets. Man your battlestations!"

The ship came alive in an instant. Guns trained towards the incoming bombers, as a five Anti-Starfighter Cruisers shifted their position in turn, their myriad of flak batteries opening up with a horrid cloud that only grew of flak shells, some timed to explode, others proximity shells.

All the while, the B-Wing Squadron, known as Claymore took flight, the four ships heading right towards the incoming bombers, while the five squadrons of X-Wings slowly moved into position around the three ships.

And still, the trio of Star Destroyers chased the sith fleet. Long range missile launchers fired in favor of turbolasers, proton torpedoes fired to slowly whittle down the shields of the ships.

All while the frigates lied in wait.

 

[Aurellia]

Objective: Don't Get Captured!
Location: Study
help: Morrow | stay away from me: Hasuras Na-Gerra | hurry please: Mercy

"There is no way we'd survive."

A golden gaze joined the mercenary's in eyeing the window. Three stories was a longer fall than that from grace. Even if they'd make it, the streets below were chaos, and the skies above rained fire. The only weapon she possessed was the ceremonial blade pulled from it's place on the wall. Decades had dulled it's edge.

A thump upon the door insisted the threat upon the outsiders war more urgent. Another with it, different, the roaring rush of flame. Smoke began to fill the room as it crawled through unsealed crevices. She should have gone for one of the passages, though from her last glance at the holofeed, it was more dire down there than here. Mercy didn't seem inclined to worry about collateral damage.

"I suppose we're left with no choice."

With a growing desperation, Aurellia hoisted her chair, and attempted to throw it at the window. It hit low, not quite gaining air, and tumbled to the floor beneath shuddering glass. Stressed fingers ran through the updo that was becoming unkept.

"You're stronger than me." The words dripped with contempt as she urged him on. "Earn your keep, then."

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

The wall behind Aurellia and Morrow exploded, marble and stone chunks flying every which way. Amid the cloud of pulverized basalt stood a cultist of Vahl, hand outthrust, still blight strands of lightning still crackling about his gauntleted fingertips from the kinetite he had thrown.

"Here, Lord Gerra! They seek to flee."

The cultist stepped toward Morrow, a blade drawn.

Still in the throne room, the giant Hasuras na-Gerra's attention turned toward the shout of his vassal. "Take them alive."

He strode toward the hole in the wall, swinging his sword like a hammer to smash aside two Royal Guards. One went flying into a wall, body crunching into stone. The second he seized about the throat, fingers curling inward to crush her windpipe. She still lived, gargling about his closed fist.

Behind the Chosen of Vahl, a sense of danger. He spun around, just in time to greet a hurled club that slammed in his armored chest with the resonance of a gong. The gene-warrior grunted at the sudden onset of pain and glanced down but quickly, spying a massive dent in his alchemical plate.

Eyes like smoldering embers found the source of the hurled club, a blonde child.

"Fool."

Gerra hurled the body of the dying guard at Corr .

Kyric | Morrow | Hala Adris | Aurellia

 

[Mercy]

Objective: Force the Revolution if need be
Tag: Ben Khal | Aurellia | Jogon | Koda Fett | Alexandra Feanor | Kyric | Hasuras Na-Gerra | Skorvek

Mercy dropped to the ground, landing on the crushed and mangled corpses of the Queen's guard.

Everything slowed down as the marauding Sith breathed in. Eye slits open a fraction wider to take it all in. Then she moved forward and everything else moved with her. She ignored the words of Skorvek. Usually she'd face any challenge head-on, but this was not honorable conflict or warfare.

This was brutal murder with no chance spared for rescue.

The Force powered her, everything else was slowed like they were moving through mud. The rocks, the glimmer against Koda's helmet, his whipcord leashing out to try and entrap the Queen. But Mercy was faster and was fully committed.

She stepped to the side right as the hail of rocks were thrown her way. Hands, large and powerful, grabbed hold of the largest piece and pivoted around her own gravitational point. Skorvek would see it in that moment. The maniacal laugh with teeth sharp and gleaming. Right before she finished her turn and smashed the rock into the Queen Mother.

Mercy didn't care about the crown, all she cared about was to destroy the Queen and everything she was in that moment. If she moved, if she fled, if she was dragged forward... Mercy would make sure to finish the murder of a treasonous queen who had hijacked something glorious and perverted it by her choices.

"Long live the Queen." She hissed with bloody joy as her skin flared up with blue fire right as Skorvek's blade were to impale her. Instead of soft flesh, he met a mountain of steel and someone who did not yield.

 

[Hala Adris]

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She kept close to Kyric, side by side as they both fought their way into the deluge of enemies that flooded the palace by each passing moment. In a blur of motion, she swept the lightsaber in a horizontal arch, which made one cultist duck before she followed up with a brutal kick to the side of the cultist's leg before spinning around and knocking them clean out with a leg kick to the head. Hala gritted her teeth and pushed away to block several blaster shots, redirecting them into several incoming cultists that blocked Kyric's direction.

I got this.

Make him proud.

The Mirialan huffed and pushed ahead of Kyric with her lightsaber aimed high, jumping over the man and rolling on the floor as she brought her lightsaber into the knee of one cultist, severing it as she pulled her saber up and brought it crashing into another cultist's stomach as she regained her footing and pushed forward.


Rehearsed a thousand times or more, every day diligently in her studies, she'd prepared for this moment, detaching herself mentally from the act of taking a life as the Mirialan padawan darted from enemy to enemy, covering and fighting in sync with her new master.

One more cultist, bigger than the rest, stood before her. She ran at him and, with all force, jumped and tried to drop kick the brute. The Mirialan landed on him, and like hitting a brick wall, she fell back and bounced off hard.

She scrambled around for her lightsaber desperately as the brute moved to bring his boot crashing down on her head. Hala's eyes widened in fear and she reached out with the force for a dropped blaster, gripping it with both her hands as she unceremoniously emptied the entire blaster into the brutes skull as he wobbled back and collapsed like a sack of potatoes.

Hala sighed and thanked the force as she dusted herself off and collected her lightsaber, looking at Kyric with a sheepish smile and shrugging.

"Got ahead of myself...sorry."

She awkwardly laughed whilst shuffling, before regaining her composure and putting a more serious front on.

Corr Kyric ​

 

[Morrow]

"I've survived worse," Morrow contended.

Aurellia's failed chair toss and subsequent admonishment elicited a glower from Morrow. Without looking away from the Duchas, he pointed his blaster toward the window at hip level, shattering it with a streak of crimson. Glass scattered across the study floor, tinkling sharply against the tile.

Before Morrow could instruct the asset, the far wall burst into dust and rubble.

"Here, Lord Gerra! They seek to flee." Those were the last words the cultist would ever say. A bolt of red struck the back of his neck and exited from his throat at the behest of Morrow's trigger finger.

"We're out of time." Morrow grabbed the Duchas by the arm, dragged her to the broken window. He glanced over the edge quickly, taking stock of everything below. Shooting a deadpan look back at Aurellia, he pulled her closer to the threshold. "Aim for the bush," he instructed before moving his hand to her back and shoving her over the edge.

Back to the hole in the wall, his hand disappeared under his cloak, producing a thermal detonator upon reappearance. The lights on the metallic sphere lit up once the fuse was primed. A deft hand rolled the detonator between the legs of approaching cultists, threatening the now turned back of the large Vahla. Then, he pivoted, cloak billowing behind him as he surged the short distance to the window and bailed.

An explosion shook his wing of the palace as Morrow fell from the window. He landed hard, pain shooting up his ankle as he rolled onto the grass and across duracrete. A groan and hiss gave the pain its due as he forced himself to his feet, forced to limp slightly on that foot. The pain merely motivated him to move quickly.

"Hey, you make it!? We gotta go!"

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Aurellia | Hasuras Na-Gerra | Mercy | Koda Fett | Kyric | Corr | Hala Adris | Ben Khal​